All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their pleasant things for food to relieve the soul: see, O LORD, and consider; for I am become vile.

For these things I weep; my eye, my eye runneth down with water, because the comforter that should relieve my soul is far from me: my children are desolate, because the enemy prevailed.

They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? when they swooned as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul was poured out into their mothers' bosom.

And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.

My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.

The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.

The LORD is good to them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him.

O Lord, thou hast pleaded the causes of my soul; thou hast redeemed my life.